Broken Hearts

An open letter to the first boy who ever broke my heart; We were just kids when we met. Middle school. The great expanse of life before us, neither of us knowing what the future would hold. You weren’t my first crush by any means, but you were the first one that really mattered. You were the boy that would change absolutely everything. I really don’t know how we spent so much time together, but it happened. Between track practice and choir and lock-ins, I knew that I liked you... I didn’t just like you, I LIKED you. One night, with several friends around in a swimming pool, someone asked me if I LIKED you, and I got embarrassed, I got nervous, and I said no. You were right there. How could I possibly say yes? But the truth was yes. I DID like you. That was seventh grade. I liked you...
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I never though I’d get this attached. It was one day I found myself smiling and I realised it was because of you. This is my letter to you that contains the words I’m too afraid to say. There are so many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know how. You are never going to see this, hell, I doubt any body will. You were all my heart ever talked about. My friends got so sick of me constantly talking and chattering about you. You were my favourite subject, there was so much I could talk about, your smile, your latest instagram post, what we were talking about. I never ran out of things to say about you. I talked about you like you put the stars in the sky and the melody in a song. Did you ever talk about me to your friends? Did you know that every 11:11 wish I ever made...
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Oh Cookie, Cookie, Cookie, why are you so deep into the very heart of me? If you come in and don't make eye contact, speak to Feet first, I feel deflated, utterly deflated, I feel my heart wince and I try to make eye contact with you, but you avoid it... You feel my excitement and pleasure at your appearance, but you struggle with acknowledging me when others are there why? Maybe I do this too, I know I speak/look first at others to throw them of the scent that I worship you above all others. Just a look from you, a sign, a smile anything that makes me feel seen by you lightens up my life. And then I am loath to let you go, when you are sat in the room I am compelled to watch you, to will you to turn around and talk with. I crave your attention and this is bad for me Cooks.. very...
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Kyron This open letter is to finally tell you I forgive you for abusing me. You are a sociopathic narcissist and I pray you’ve found help, but I doubt it. You leave a trail of destruction of broken ex’s behind you. You may never have punched me or kicked me. But you did verbally, and emotionally abuse me. However after getting my degree in psychology and having to go to therapy sessions for my school, I learned you also sexually abused me. You stealthed me twice. This is considered rape adjacent. I had no idea! The last night we were together you violently had sex with me and I kept telling you to stop and you were hurting me. The next day you broke up with me after almost 5 years together. You left bruises all over my neck and chest, these lasted for weeks. I only want to write this...
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My name is Erin. Sixteen years ago, you knew me as Erin Kellar. I'm writing this because... I don't know why I'm writing it. It will likely never reach you, because I don't know how to reach you. If you are reading this, it is because fate intervened, or because I finally managed to remember something, something I needed to find you that I don't have right now, something deep in my memory that I cannot reach, and the frustration is killing me. I don't know what I expect you to do with what I am about to tell you--that will be up to you: all, nothing or something in between. I could reach you once. I could reach you so easily, that I had you in my arms many times. You had me in your bed. I had you inside my body. You should have been everything to me. I remember the moment I...
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Dear Sir, Greetings! It's a pleasure to know that you are trying your best to fight the current problematic situation in our country by uniting people from different parts of the country. Indeed, "We have Unity in Diversity" and we heartily welcome your ways to unite us always! All we common citizens of India want is a prosperous nation with a sense of belonging, jobs for youths, proper running business, education for all, no religious hatred, no rapes, etc, and all those basic facilities which we deserve as taxpayers! Mr, Prime Minister if you seek support from each and every citizen of the country regardless of region or religion then let me tell you, we are ready like never before! But then Mr, Prime Minister who will stop the monopoly of our country like, monopoly of media to...
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baket ganun ang love??baket pag nagmahal ka kailangan mong masaktan;(sobrang sakit at lungkot ng nararamdaman ko;(((baket may mga taong kaya kang saktan sasabihin na mahal ka at ipaparamdam sau na importante at kini care ka???tapos sa bandang huli sasaktan ka lang at ndi ka kayang ipaglaban???mali nga siguro na minahal kita..mali nga siguro n umasa ako..lalo na at alam ko na may gf ka na.sobrang sakit sa tuwing nakikita ko sya s bahay na magkasama kau;(((alam kong wala akong karapatang masaktan kc pinasok ko to;((pero baket ganun???anu ba tlaga yang nararamdaman mo para sken???sobra n akong nahihirapan;((ndi mo sya kayang iwan tapos ndi mo ako kayang bitawan??napaka unfair nman sken kc ako ang palageng mag aadjust kahit sobra n akong nasasaktan.gusto kong sumigaw sa sobrang sakit;((!!!...
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Four years ago we met on an online dating website. I suppose that should have gave me an indication eventually you'd use online dating again. Four years ago we met and I instnalty fell in love. I always thought you were too good for me, that you were way out of my league and I couldn't possibly deserve you. I got pregnant with our first pretty early on, which is scary in a new relationship. We had a lot of trials and tribulations and being so young I was still trying to learn how to be a good girlfriend to you. I made some mistakes and put my parents first over you more than anyone ever should. Once I realized what was happening I tried correcting my mistakes and worked hard to earn your love Once we worked past this together we of course still had our arguments as every...
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Are you typically someone who is currently hurting inside about something that’s been bothering you for a long time, or something recent that happened that caused too much pain? Well; if you are, you are not alone. I am also currently feeling pain in the inside of my body too. It is something very difficult for anyone to deal with, but there are some strategies that can personally help people during these tough times. One, is to talk to someone you trust. That may not always be easy; because some people don’t want to express their emotions about something that hurts them, nor that they feel good about talking about their situation at all. There is nothing wrong with those two at all; however, sometimes keeping your feelings and thoughts about a terrible situation can make matters...
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An open letter to the one who got away; We were just kids when we met. Middle school. The great expanse of life before us, neither of us knowing what the future would hold. You weren’t my first crush by any means, but you were the first one that really mattered. You were the boy that would change absolutely everything. I really don’t know how we spent so much time together, but it happened. Between track practice and choir and lock-ins, I knew that I liked you... I didn’t just like you, I LIKED you. One night, with several friends around in a swimming pool, someone asked me if I LIKED you, and I got embarrassed, I got nervous, and I said no. You were right there. How could I possibly say yes? But the truth was yes. I DID like you. That was seventh grade. I liked you then, and that...
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